Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

The diplomat took a deep breath and nodded emphatically: "Understood, sir. I'll arrange live streaming rights for all the major media outlets right away."

"Go ahead." Wang Kangmei waved her hand, then looked at Bian Yun, "Comrade Bian Yun, your task now is to sleep."

"The supplies for the third crossing are already being prepared. We will fill the 4 cubic meter space in the most scientific way—not a single cubic centimeter will be wasted."

"And the person who went with you..."

A sharp glint flashed in the old general's eyes:

"Selected from across the entire army. Three elite soldiers, each no less capable than Lu Bei."

"They are on their way."

"Now—" he pointed to the side door of the observation room, "there's a bed there. Sleep for four hours. That's an order."

Bian Yun was indeed tired.

The physical burden of traveling through time and space was far greater than imagined. He lay down and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

But I only slept for four hours.

His biological clock, like a precise alarm clock, woke him up at five in the morning.

He sat up, and the first thing he did was take out his phone.

Unlock the screen.

Then, I froze.

All social media platforms, all news apps, all video websites—the homepage all features the same cover image.

That red flag.

The title consists of only one line:

[August 16, 1937, Baoshan Bank Building, the moment the red flag was raised - full footage]

The poster is not a personal account, but a verified official account. The verification information is: "National Archives of History - Office of Historical Materials Research".

Published: 3 hours ago.

Views: 7.2 million.

Number of comments: 1.4 million.

Number of reposts: 3.8 million.

Bian Yun clicked on the video.

The progress bar has started moving.

The scene begins with him standing on the rooftop, then moves to the red flag being unfurled, to the soldiers below looking up, to the communication being established, and finally to the shout of "Long live the new China!"...

Then, the comments section appeared.

Not just a few scattered ones.

It was a tsunami.

00:01:23, the moment the red flag is unfurled.

The screen was completely flooded with comments:

"Long live the new China!!!" (Henan)

"This flag of Shanghai... I cried..."

"[Wuhan] If there is a battle, we will be called back!!!"

"[Guangzhou] Soldiers of the Guangdong Army salute the martyrs!!!"

"【Sichuan】Three million Sichuan soldiers marched out of Sichuan, leaving nine out of ten households without sons... Martyrs, we have not forgotten!!!"

"[Xi'an] The Qin army is here! The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis!!!"

"【Kunming】The Yunnan Army is mighty!!! Grandpa, I saw your flag!!!"

00:02:17, the scene of that young soldier shedding tears.

Bullet comments:

"[Hunan] Brothers, don't cry! We won!!!"

"Fellow Henan natives! We have enough food to eat right now! Plenty to go around!!!"

"[Shandong] Shandong men are truly tough and resolute! Brother, you're awesome!!!"

"Brothers from Northeast China, Heilongjiang! Our fourteen years of resistance against Japan were worth it!!!"

At 00:05:22, more than 700 people shouted in unison, "Long live the new China!"

At this moment, the bullet comments transformed into a pure text wall:

"Long live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Long live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Long live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The screen was filled with "Long live!" for a full thirty seconds!

Bian Yun's fingers were trembling.

He exited the video and opened the comments section.

Top comment:

"I'm a food delivery driver with only a junior high school education. But I know that without those people from 1937, I wouldn't be able to deliver food safely today. Comrade Bian Yun, next time you travel through time, could you please pass on a message for me? Just say—'Thank you, delivery driver Xiao Wang.'"

"I'm a programmer, working 996, and I complain about how tiring life is every day. But after watching this video, I slapped myself. My 'tiring' is nothing compared to theirs."

"I'm 87 years old and I participated in the Korean War. Today, my grandson showed me this video. I saluted the screen and said, 'Old Yao, Little Liu, can you see that? Our flag is still flying.'"

Bian Yun turned off her phone.

He walked to the window—the observation room didn't have a real window, but it had a huge LED screen simulating the sky outside.

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